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Cillian

When we land, Xander is still knocked out from whatever Daniel gave him. We hand him off to the soldiers and they are instructed to leave him in the room Daidí has prepped for Xander.

He will be fully dressed, his hands and feet tied together behind his back, while he is wearing a blindfolded, and noise cancellation headphones. Not to mention we have cranked the heat up, just like he did to Bia when he would punish her.

He showed her a bit of humanity by letting her have a small bit of food and water. I will not. Let’s see how he feels in two days.

Two days later, I walk inside the room to see Xander on the floor. His headphones are still in place, but the blindfold has slid its way down around his neck.

I walk up to him and snatch the headphones from around his head.

“What?” he says.

“Enjoying your stay? Only the best for my wife’s Grandfather.”

“What kind of sick joke are you playing at? You trying to show everyone how ruthless you are before you are crowned king? This makes you look reckless. I’m family, you don’t do this to family.”

“Family? You want to talk about how to treat family? How about the way you have treated Bia over the years?”

“What, did she give you some sob story how I treated her so horribly? If I wasn’t for the way I raised her, she wouldn’t be the quiet obedient wife you have.”

“You think I want a quiet and obedient wife?”

“Of course, she is the perfect woman. To be seen, not be heard.”

“You’re such a sexist prick.”

I say kicking him in the ribs. He groans and tries to roll away from me. I purposely place my foot on where I just kicked him and put my weight on it.

“You’re right, Bia is quiet, but she is also compassionate, sweet, stunning. Honestly stunning doesn’t even come close to describing her.”

He starts to chuckle. “You are falling for her. I hoped you wouldn’t be so weak as to fall in love.”

“Love?”

“Yes, love makes you weak, makes you vulnerable. You’re pathetic, just like the rest of the golden boy Mafia men,”

he scoffs but keeps talking. “Back in my day, we married them, fucked them until we got an heir, had mistresses, and never fell in love with anything besides our power. That makes a true man.”

“A true man? Tell me, how much of a man are you here covered in your own filth? Being beaten by a lesser man?”

“Beating a man when he is restraints shows how weak you are.”

“You call me weak, but I’m just showing you the same courtesy that you showed Bia. It would have to be fair if this was how you treated her right? Especially how a Grandfather treats his granddaughter,”

I say as I land a few more kicks to his ribs and stomach, making sure I kick him hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

“Now that we have gone over what a low life piece of shit that you are, let’s talk about who the fuck you have pissed off recently that would kidnap Bia knowing she is my wife and all the hell that I would be bringing with me.”

“It doesn’t matter what I say, you will be too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“To save her.”

“Save her from what?”

“Not telling you.”

I grab him by his throat and slam him against the wall,. He starts to choke but with his hands still tied behind his back, there is nothing he can do to stop me from choking him to death.

When his face starts to go red and his eyelids start to fall, I loosen my grip on his throat for a moment only to tighten my hand around his throat again.

“So, you want to talk yet?”

He shakes his head.

“Fine.”

I drag him to the chair and unrestraint his hands and feet only to secure them to the chair.

I grab a rusty spoon with a sharp edge from the table and step in front of Xander.

“Just think, Xander, the last thing you will ever see is my face; it will be my face that will haunt you until your final breath.”

I push the spoon in the corner of his eye and push it into the socket while he starts to squirm around and grunt from the pain.

I push the spoon all the way into his eye socket until the eye falls out and rolls on the ground. He tries to begging me to stop and says he will talk. I know he will talk, but now he gets to be punished for not talking when I first asked him. I move to his other eye and removed it from his eye socket.

Plus, now I can creep up on him, and he won’t be able to defend himself. Next, I cut off his ears, then I stand back and watch with satisfaction as blood drips down his face and on the sides of his neck, but this is only the beginning.

I grab the metal bat wrapped in barbed wire and go to town on his legs. Slamming the bat over and over into his legs with all the strength in my arms. He won’t be allowed to crawl away in his last moments on earth.

Xander screams and begs for me to stop. Oh, how the might have fallen.

“Please stop. I don’t know who kidnapped her, I owe many people money. Please stop.”

Once I’m satisfied that the bones in both of his legs are shattered in pieces. I grab the machete and cut off his arms at his shoulders. I don’t do it in one cut, no, I make sure I do a hack job and swing it over and over again.

I pant, and grabbing the saw, I yank the cable and listen to the motor turn on. I wipe the blood away from my eyes, so I can continue.

I cut the restraints on Xander’s feet before tossing him to the ground. I then take a hunting knife and slice him from neck to gut. Xander had stopped moving so I reach down to see if he has a pulse. Can’t have him dead before I’m finished with him. Luckily for me he isn’t dead, so I kick him in his ribs. He groans, and I smirk walking away for the final part.

I grab a syringe off the table which is filled with snake venom, I stick it in Xander’s neck, and I sit back on my heels. I watch how the once-feared, ruthless Xander Vasileious now is nothing but a pathetic little bitch crying on the floor in pain.

I stand up, leaving Xander to die by himself in agony. He deserves nothing less than to die alone. I will come back tomorrow and have him disposed of.

I head to the showers to get myself cleaned up but I’m shocked when I see my Daidí there with a towel in his hand for me.

“How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know to have mercy on anyone who is stupid enough to ever hurt Bia. I have never seen you so ruthless when torturing someone.”

“He honestly deserved worse,”

I say as I wipe my face clean.

“I know, go get cleaned up. I have already called Sionn, he says he is working with Brendan to see what they can find. I will also call Emilia and see if they still have access to that black market site.”

“Thanks, Daidí,”

I tell him before I walk toward the shower. I toss my clothes into the burn bin and turn the water on and step under the spray. I lean my head against the shower wall and watch as the red water slowly turns pink. I close my eyes and think of my sweet little lamb and hope she is okay. I know deep down she isn’t that she is in some new kind of hell and that pushes me to hurry up and get out of the shower.

Every second counts, and even if it kills me, I will bring her home.